There Is A Worse Tyranny Than That

But It Is Only In Epic Tragedies That Gloom Is Unrelieved. In Real Life Tragedy And Comedy Are So Intermingled That When One Is Most Wretched Ridiculous Things Happen To Make One Laugh In Spite Of Oneself.

I Don't Know What You May Have Seen Fit To Tell Her, Venetia, But So Far As I Understand It You Could Think Of Nothing Better To Do Than To Beguile Her With Some Farrago About Wishing Damerel To Strew Rose-leaves For You To Walk On!" Damerel, Who Had Resumed His Seat, Had Been Staring Moodily Into The Fire, But At These Words He Looked Up Quickly. "rose-leaves?" His Eyes Went To Venetia's Face, Wickedly Quizzing Her. "but My Dear Girl, At This Season?" "be Quiet, You Wretch!" She Said, Blushing.

Randall Laid His Hand On Stella's, But Only To Remove It From His Sleeve. "my Precious, You Really Must Have Some Regard For My Clothes," He Said With Gentle Reproach. "much As I Love You, I Cannot Permit You To Maul This Particular Coat.

Does It Ever Occur To You, Mama, That My Grandfather Is A Lunatic?

People Who Start A Sentence With Personally (and They're Always Women) Ought To Be Thrown To The Lions. It's A Repulsive Habit.